"Summer Breeze, do you want to hear a story?"

Saying this sentence means that Xiao Yunye seems to have a certain relief.

It is self-evident who this story is about, in fact, Xia Feng has always been curious about this story, but he has no intention of taking the initiative to ask Xiao Yunye before.

At this time, Xiao Yunye was willing to speak, probably because in these days of getting along, he really regarded Xia Feng as a friend who had forgotten his New Year.

Xia Feng drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp, and filled the cups of the two of them.

"Senior Xiao, I'm willing to listen."

It was cold under the moon, and the story of Xiao Yunye began.

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Sometime away.

A baby girl was born to a tribe in the southern continent, and her birth had been foretold by the tribe's prophets, and it was only natural that the baby girl was worshipped by the tribe as a saint who saved her people.

As time passed, the baby girl grew up day by day, and because of her status as a saint, other children in the tribe did not dare to approach her, and she was always alone.

One day, a strange boy from hunger and injury was brought back to the tribe, he came from a distant tribe that had been destroyed, so that the saint had a boy of the same age by her side, and only he from afar was willing to approach her.

The boy remained in the tribe after his wounds were healed, and because he was too young to participate in hunting and labor, he spent his days playing with the holy woman.

They looked up at the stars together, frolicked together in the stream, and the boy and the saint told many stories, and his former tribe was close to the sea, and the sea was an existence that the saint had never heard of since she was born.

"What does the sea look like?"

"The sea is an infinite lake, containing an inexhaustible supply of salt, and my people were nurtured by the sea, and we call ourselves the children of the sea."

"What's on the other side of the sea?"

"On the other side of the sea, I guess it's the end of the world."

The saint's eyes showed longing.

"If only I could see the sea with my own eyes one day."

The boy grinned at her.

"You can definitely see it, and when we grow up, I'll take you to see the sea."

"But... I can't leave the tribe, I'm going to pray to the gods for everyone, my tribe won't leave the land, so I can't leave either. ”

Looking at the girl's lost appearance, there was a hint of determination in the boy's immature eyes.

"My father told me that people live for freedom, the sea is boundless, and the human heart is the same, you can go anywhere you want if you want."

"But... I can't live alone without the tribe. ”

"I'll be with you, forever."

When the boy said the word forever, he didn't really understand the meaning of eternity, and the so-called eternity is a lonely road with no end.

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In those distant times, tribes lived by rivers and hunted, and because of their different physical characteristics, the tribes were separated.

While battling hunger and disease, they also had to escape a devastating natural disaster that had no name at the time.

At that time, life was fragile, and even the occasional wind chill could lead to death.

One day, the saint fell ill.

Fever and a violent cough were her first symptoms, and after a few days, she coughed up something bright red.

The chief of the tribe said that it was her mission to bear the punishment of the gods for her people.

Her death has been tacitly acquiesced in by the so-called mission.

In front of the straw mat, the boy took the hand of the holy woman, her face was pale, and her chapped lips moved lightly.

"I ...... I'm dying, hug.... Sorry, I may not be able to go to see the sea with you. ”

The boy held the girl's hand tightly.

"I won't let you die, I said, I will always be with you."

The girl's voice grew weaker and weaker.

"For..... What. ”

"Because.... I like you. ”

"Hi.... Happy. ”

Repeating these two words softly, a tear fell from the corner of the girl's eye, and then, tears flowed like a spring.

She lay on the straw mat, crying and sobbing.

"I don't want to die, I want to, live."

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The boy leaves the tribe alone, and in search of a way to save her, the boy embarks on a journey.

Spring goes to autumn, time flies.

One day, the boy finally returned to the tribe with a precious herb.

But the scenery in the impression has turned into a sea of fire.

....

The boy stood on the hillside and stared at the burning tribe in a daze, his brain having lost the ability to think.

At that time, wars between tribes were frequent, and the defeated side would be robbed of all resources for survival, including lives.

The boy had herbs in his hand, and after a few moments, he rushed madly towards the burning tribe.

"No!"

The fire was not extinguished, which meant that the war did not take place for a long time, and the combative adults would be killed, and the children would flee in fear, but the bedridden patients would be difficult to detect.

But......

If discovered, 100% would be killed together, and there was no mercy on the part of the raiders, and he knew very well how the boy's former tribe had been destroyed.

As he ran, tears welled up in his eyes.

He had been away from the tribe for too long, and the saint's condition was already very serious when he left, perhaps, she did not survive until now, she was already gone before the flames of war burned everything.

The boy rushed to the burning house, and as he ran, he cried out the name of the saint.

"Sheena!"

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Under the silver moonlight, Xia Feng picked up the wine glass and drank it alone.

"The holy daughter of the tribe is Sheena herself?"

Xiao Yunye's expression was very indifferent.

"yes, it's incredible, you can think I'm talking gibberish, or you can think of it as an unrealistic story."

Xiao Yunye picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and then he poured it all over himself.

Looking at Xiao Yunye's old face, of course Xia Feng would not doubt the authenticity of this story, but there was one thing he was a little curious about.

"Xiao Ye, what era does the tribe in the story exist? 300 years ago? ”

"No, much more than that."

"How long?"

"It's been so long that this world doesn't have a name."

Xia Feng's hand reaching for the wine glass stopped in mid-air, and it was so long that this world had no name, that is, it had surpassed the historical record of the world of Terra.

It was when the rudiments of civilization had not yet been formed.

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"And what about later? Did the boy find the Holy Maiden? ”

"Found it."

"She's not dead? Oh no, I mean, she's still alive and normal? ”

Sheena is not going to die, because at the moment she lives in the house across the street, but the saint in the story is obviously still an ordinary person, and her chances of survival in the face of disease and war are very slim.

Xiao Yunye set his eyes on the house, and the sound of vicissitudes came out of his mouth.

"She's still alive, but she can't be called a normal life."

Xia Feng immediately asked.

"Why?"

"Because she met someone in the gap between life and death."

"Who?"

"You should be familiar with this man, he has only one name in any era, and his name is Styx."